Lost Creek Hollow you booked the night train for a reason

Aminthe huffed, a pained smiled curving her lips. Not by choice, but yes, a cougar, she offered. She figured that would be enough information for the suspected healer. She knew their familiar smell of plants and earth; it reminded her of home, of her mother, and made her heart ache. But she was also relieved that the one to find her on the borders was the one who could help her.

The signs of infection were there and the woman's skilled eyes found them right away. Even better was that she wanted to help. She asked to approach and Aminthe nodded. Yes, please. I appreciate your help. She certainly wasn't obliged to help a stranger on her borders, yet here she was, jumping in, no questions asked. The seastar didn't think she knew how to properly express her gratitude.